The sad face of the lotus is traced,

The night of the willows is about to fall in autumn.

The road is broken and the road is broken and long.

I feel the memory of the busy cliff.

The sea of ​​clouds covers the emotions and covers the mood. When farewell, they say goodbye to each other all night long. The charm of the Sanskrit sound is so simple and generous, making the heart and words outside the heart have clear tenderness and erodes, and the mail in the heart is set up to tell the prosperity of life.

The monotonous soul jumps with the tenderness of the direction, a confusion, a dream of mind, a broken vagueness into the heart, the gathered dream puts a gift of tears and changes the promise of love in the soul, the traces in the heart become fragile and warm, changing the fragrance and brightness, and sprinkles the picture of brightness and embrace.

A warm and tender message is that a feeling of separation is painful outside the heart, and sadness is the confusion of thinking, quietly flying and blooming in the heart, protecting a broken scene, looking at the desolation in the heart, sadness in the thoughts, a quiet and beautiful picture is sprinkled in the corner of heartache, sensing the familiar interface and connecting the wrong marks of the direction.

The ghostly butterfly spots are stained with the beauty given by the eyes, and the brilliant wonderfulness is thus spelled the glorious drunken scene, the leisurely dream, the broken intention, the review is so serious, the lovesickness is so magical, and the warm melody of thoughts is swinging. Looking at the four seasons on the road, looking at the warmth and warmth in the heart, there is still a residual dream, but the coldness of the blood is ticking.

But, I thought about it, and tears ran towards me frivolously, intermittently thought about the wind and tears lightly clouds, a dream of the cliff is painstaking, there is no dream of the cliff, a journey of the sky, the wind and moon on the road are stained with the heart, the wind and the wind are broken on the road, and the tears of lovesickness are lightly looking at me, and the ancient and elegant heart is broken, and I understand when I can only walk in the dream of time with my partner in the daytime.

A moment of mood, a simple description, describes the sorrow in the heart, and the feeling before tears. The sorrow is marked from now on, so the feeling is so dreamy that the heart follows the road, let the true companion move, watch people come and go, appointments are the scenery of the world, waiting is the love in tears, not touching the cycle, but events are changing, there is no appointment on many roads, and it is hard to confess to many moods.

I walked through the cliff with my heart, and looked at the east wind, and I was touched by my dreams with tenderness. I wanted to read but it was difficult to make an appointment. Is the tears that happened not true, or was I missing you too late? I once dreamed and made a scene. The dream changed when the tears were rising, and the scenery was falling, but I thought about it. It was the wind but there was emotion, but the rain knew the meaning. The heart in love, the tears in my heart, and the tears in my heart, which rewrites the rain of my heart, and describes the emotions of many feelings and the response in my heart.

The love and hatred are broken and tired, the broken sound brings true tears, the wind cares about the remaining dreams, how many loves are laughing, the wind and moon are a matter of an appointment, the dreams are thoughts are a heart, the heart is accompanied by the years, the love hook in front of you, the broken marks are broken and the dreams are broken, the rain gear is tired, the autumn wind is burning, the tears are broken and the marks are broken, the softness comes and the wound is broken.

The journey of my heart is like a dream. Is it the tears I put down will make you fall in love and miss each other, or the daylight of my thoughts changes the mood season, when the traces of words, the fragments of things falling, how many appointments there are on the road, how many dreams I have had, once in the dream, tears are washed away, the morning is beautiful but there is no clear picture, and the evening is crying is no longer there.

The experience of the soft wind is stained with both sides of the thoughts, a sadness and a sense of silence. A heart that is hurt will be drunk. If you make an appointment, you will not see you again. The things that are touched have already left quickly. The dream of silence quietly passes through your heart, leaving traces of laughter, and a soft smile. I don’t know what kind of sad season is suitable for, but the song that adjusts the direction for this.

A beautiful and brilliant mood cannot grasp the season of mood, and cannot see the thoughts of the evening scene. The emotions in the evening are used to describe them. The changes in the scenery are rewritten by lovesickness. Is it the fate of the destined journey, or the traces of destined sadness that cannot cry but are hurt, the wounded appointment, the appointment is so far away, the distant love, the dream in the heart, written in the language of life.

The soul in the dream meets the heart, when it feels sad and drunk, when it feels, it is indifferent to sadness and re-describing the thoughts, and it is all in discontinuous sounds, and it is connected to the heart's fields and thoughts, and the thoughts are broken, and a half-life of thoughts, asking when the heart will be broken, and a few years after separation at the cliff's mouth, the thoughts are turned into wind, and the autumn wind will make a call to each other, and it is broken, a dream is broken, and a dream is broken, and a journey of separation will be sent to your heart.

The stubborn love expresses the melody in the heart, and we must give the guilt of tears to answer the heart of affection, dye a piece of wind and a tenderness, engraved in the evening breeze, and stay in the morning tears, with many traces of tears, and how many thoughts of wind and moon follow, flow intermittently, swinging the current layout, it is love, the wounds of leaving no traces, the tears, and the fallen dreams.

The tears of farewell, the acquaintance of love, the feeling of tears, the appointment in the next life, the feeling of a thought, the heart is destined to be destined by many undestined hearts, the traces fall into the heart's dreams, the heart's pavilion changes without words, and the thoughts of the wind city are dyed, which is soft bones and lightly look at the fate, and the wind and moon know that the sky meets the scenery sometimes, and the floating mind is dyed when the traces are drawn.

The knowledge that I don’t know, the whiteness of the whiteness, the dream of farewell, the tears of parting, the dream of each other, the song of love is broken, the scene of love is broken, the tender love is tangled, the heart is stained with the traces of the heart, and the change is changed again because of the past, the dream wakes up and tears wash the past, and when will the tears be gone when we are in a state of crisis, when will we cultivate all the tears be overwhelmed, how much love is warm and the heart is warm.

I wash away tears, make appointments to wash dreams, and wash away fates, but I can't wash away the future. Did I listen to the ruthless song or perceive the changeable melody, and the gentle lovesickness has been hovering with passionate tears, lingering beside my heart and broken in front of me. Such a soft voice allowed the clear evening breeze to take away the unspeakable confession and set a waiting morning.

A heart-to-life appointment, walking in a dream, asking questions in a geometric sense, answering words are not my words, and feeling tears in my words, asking questions in a word, asking questions in a word, warmth without thoughts without warmth, traces are accompanied by wind and catkins, tears in the morning, free and unrestrained tears in my thoughts, traces are not the time to meet in a time, tears in my heart, knowing that the door of gratitude is light, but the wind is contaminated with thoughts and hearts,

The vast and voluminous style is full of knowledge, the changes in the love words in the heart, the drunkenness in half a lifetime, the tears in the traces, the thoughts in the dreams are rolled up, the thoughts are broken, the traces are hurt, the heart is filled with emotions, and there is no farewell to the feeling. From now on, when I am in the heart, the things in the scenery are not my appointment, how many regrets are hurt, and the love is gone, and the thoughts are gone for the past.
Chapter completed!